3rd person POV
Luke sat on his bed, typing away furiously at his laptop. "What the fuck are you typing?" Michael, who stood in the doorway, asked. "Um, nothing," Luke replied, blushing before shutting the laptop. He adjusted his glasses and frowned as Michael lit a cigarette. "I've told you to stop smoking in my room!" Luke complained. "Well, if you actually listened to me and tried smoking," Michael said, sitting down next to Luke, "you wouldn't care, like me." Michael blew a puff of cigarette smoke in Luke's face, making him cough. "I don't need to smoke to die from lung cancer, I'll die of second hand smoking because of you," Luke complained, gently pushing Michael. "Hey Luke," Michael said. "What?" Luke asked, turning to see his face directly in front of a cigarette. He let out a soft squeal. "Don't move," Michael said, moving the cigarette closer and closer to him. "Wh-what are you doing?" Luke asked, clearly terrified of whatever game the other boy was playing. "Let's see how much self control you have, hmm?" Michael said, moving the cigarette down his neck. He continued to bring it closer, until it was a mere millimeter away from Luke's neck. Luke stayed where he was, wide-eyed, and using all his self control not to move away from the cigarette. He feared if he started shaking that the cigarette would burn him, but he didn't have to worry about that for long before Michael pulled the cig away, putting it back to his lips. "Impressive, Hemmings," Michael said, blowing out smoke with each word.
In the midst of Luke being traumatized by Michael, he'd failed to notice that the older boy had stolen the laptop from him, and it was now sitting in his lap. "What do we have here?" Michael asked, opening the laptop. "Shit," Luke cursed, trying to yank the laptop away. He succeeded, but not before Michael could see what was on the page. Luke snapped it shut, and Michael chuckled. "How cute, Luke," he said. "Wh-what?" Luke asked, his hands getting clammy. "It's cute to know you have pictures of me on your laptop," Michael said, inching closer to Luke. "Tell me, Luke. How often do you look at those pictures?" he asked. Luke didn't reply, just blushed a very deep shade of red. "I bet that's often, huh? Do you think about me at night, Luke? When you're all alone?" Michael asked into Luke's ear, smirking at every word. At this point, Luke wished the ground would suck him up so he wouldn't have to face Michael and his tormenting. They were only supposed to be partners for the science project assigned a week ago. "Do you touch yourself when you think of me Luke?" Michael asked. Luke made a noise that didn't sound quite human, and Michael chuckled. "Because I would love that, Luke," he said, pulling away from Luke's face. Luke turned to Michael, shocked. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I mean..." Michael said, pressing his lips to Luke's. Luke was stunned for a minute, unsure of what to do before he began kissing back. Although he'd never admit it to Michael, everything Michael had said earlier was true. He has always had a major crush on Michael since freshman year. And although Michael would never admit it to Luke, he's always admired the boy's beauty and knowledge, and that's the reason he fell for him.
"Have you ever had sex, Luke?" Michael asked, pulling away from the kiss. Luke turned red again. He hadn't, although he didn't see the point in lying. "No," he said shyly, not meeting Michael's gaze. "Wanna change that?" Michael asked. Luke's head shot up and his eyes met Michael's. Unlike usual, there wasn't any joking or boredom in his eyes. Instead, there was concern, and something else Luke couldn't quite read. He didn't reply for a minute, until he crashed his lips onto Michael's again.
After what seemed like ages, the last piece of clothing separating them was removed. "It's going to hurt, but it'll feel better," Michael assured Luke, laying him down onto the bed gently and sliding into him. Luke whimpered at the pain, but Michael left a comforting kiss to the crook of his neck before beginning to thrust. Soon enough, pleasure took over Luke, and he began to moan. "F-fuck," Michael groaned. "God..." Luke gasped. Michael soon felt himself reach his climax. He let out a loud moan as he spilled into the younger boy, falling at his side on the bed. "You okay?" Michael asked, running a hand through Luke's hair. "Y-yeah," Luke breathed, and Michael chucked, pressing a kiss to Luke's lips.
